Burning Series Novels & Stories

I had never burned a day in my life, so I never even considered sunscreen, but apparently my mate had needed it. I felt horrible for not properly caring for her. “T, are you set?” I asked. “I’m great, why?” “Uh, babe, you’re burnt. I don’t mean like a little either. You are extra crispy everywhere.” When I said everywhere, I mean everywhere. Her perfect breasts were just as burnt. A hazard of floating naked. “What?” she asked and ran into the house. “No!” I heard her yell when she finally saw herself.

END OF FLASHBACK Mrs Young, with the great eagle she had never gave up easily. The thought of Taylor disobeying her wishes made her even more furious. She gave out a heavily sigh, and walked into her two sons company, lost in her thoughts thinking of ways not to lose such influential business partners, It was almost like gambling with her life when ever she meant business.

My battered flesh suit couldn't contain the flames anymore, and unleashed them in a dome of swirling flame. All of that heat--every ember, every flame. It was being ripped from the very cells it had charred, from the muscle and nerves it had devoured. A lightshow of reds, oranges, and yellows danced behind my eyes. Even the Game Master's brother had been ripped away, blasted into the far wall where he twitched and spasmed. Pieces of his clothing burned away, continuing to devour the dry fabric.

"No, Fola, you're....." "No interruptions please!" She stated in plain and stoic tone and that shut my flare up immediately. "She was the best thing in my life and living each day without her hurt more than you'd ever know. Then fast forward to that day. We were the only ones at home. I was in my room sleeping and the next thing I remain was the feeling of being scalded all over. I opened my eyes to see that my room was on fire. Serious fire, I couldn't even see anything except the fire. Panic and worry took over. I ran to where the door was admist the fire but it wouldn't open, wouldn't budge. My skin was starting to burn and someone was screaming maniacally.

CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE SERENA'S POV Just like that… everything happened so fast. Faster than I had expected. I dragged Mr. Cruz's unconscious body back into his tiny quarters, making sure there wasn't a single trail leading back to me. My hands were trembling, my heart hammering violently against my ribs, but I forced myself to stay calm. Panic was for fools. I poured the fuel, struck the match, and watched the flames swallow everything. The fire spread hungrily through the building, devouring wood, furniture, memories... and every piece of evidence along with it. I stood from a distance, watching the blazing inferno paint the night sky orange, my expression blank despite the chaos unfolding b

Sera's hands paused. Teach you what? How to help them. Mira. The other turned wolves. How to stop the burning. Sera set down the pestle. She looked at Luan with her pale yellow eyes. The burning is not a disease, she said. It is a symptom. The curse makes wolves hungry. The hunger makes wolves burn. If you want to stop the burning, you must change the hunger. Luan leaned forward. Then teach me how to change it. Sera was quiet for a long moment. The sun began to rise behind the mountains. The valley slowly filled with golden light.

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

She needs safety. She was still sitting there, holding her purse, breathing slower now but her eyes…. They weren’t scared anymore. There was fire in them. Fire strong enough to burn me alive. And maybe this time… I won’t fight it.